Little Stone was somewhat afraid and did not dare raise his head to look at the woman before him.
For some reason, he always felt that this unfamiliar woman was terrifying. His master often said that women down the mountain were tigers. Other women were not, but she alone truly resembled a tiger—her gaze was frightening.
"Little monk~ You won't be able to beg for vegetarian food like this. Come with me. I'll give you white-flour buns."
A young woman dressed in expensive silk clothes smiled brightly as she urged Little Stone to go with her.
Little Stone had originally planned to stay farther away from the frightening tiger, but the moment he heard "white-flour buns," he could no longer move. A-Hua's mother had once given him a white-flour bun. It had been fragrant and delicious. Whenever Little Stone could not sleep at night, he would think about the taste of that bun. But gradually, he forgot what buns tasted like. He only remembered that they were delicious and wonderfully fragrant.
Bamboo Spring Temple was poor, and the old monk had no ability to rake in money. One old and one young relied on those few meager plots of land and alms to barely get by. How could they possibly eat delicious, fragrant buns? Two meals of thin porridge with green vegetable leaves every day, year after year—yet they lived at ease.
He wanted to leave, but he could not bear to part with the buns.
After thinking for a long time, Little Stone ultimately could not withstand the bombardment of the bun shells. After swallowing who knew how many mouthfuls of saliva, he decided to go with this tiger and eat buns.
"Y-you'll really give me buns?"
"Listen to the way you're talking, little monk. Of course there'll be